¬ Fashire
"Wait here," I clipped, my words coming out flat and controlled.
I didn't look back as I walked into the bathing chamber.
The door clicked shut behind me, and I stood still, the silence pressing against my ears. My jaw ached from how hard I'd been clenching it. My fingers were curled into fists at my sides, the nails biting into my palms.
The rage was still there. Coiled. Waiting.
But this time I did not let it consume me.
That rotten minx!
I raised my fist and lowered it immediately.
I had gone into that hall intending to mind my own business. Then it had shifted to slightly prodding the old fool after making such silly statements.
A simple, satisfying task. Nothing I hadn't already done a hundred times before.
